Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: charli f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I don't think know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em when I'm

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my garage
niggas using mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then john
Be in mom's wallet
want whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, count ya stride
I made friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they
Well then it's true, that I lost a
get a little money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, chicks
the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's I'm tellin' my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

Some sniff
And some go
Some want dough
And come on
Some
But a fucking bitch

Verse two: baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, peirced
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted on ice chips
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast about holdin'
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
Hardly ya girl door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski up on barren face
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
Make you limp, you walk
Outline cats in white
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
Takin' over,
While y'all be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, pull out the
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's nine before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And off cliffs
snitch
But life's a fucking

Some niggas
And some go
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And some go
Some cats dough
And on clicks
rich
But life's a fucking